Doesn't everybody who ever read a book written by her must be honoured that she let us take part of her illustrious intellect, the formidable knowledge, her sensitive sense of humour.
How can she show different characters in such a complex, relentlessly true but nevertheless not condemning way?
How is she able to make me feel love to a person who doesn't exist at all?
Sometimes I wish it could be possible to turn back time - I would have loved to get to know her personally. Just take her hand, smile to her and thank her for being alive.
In love M. Busche, Germany